What is your name? Where are you from, and where is this place, called, ‘Heaven’? I rarely say this, but speak freely”, said their chief. Christopher Right, who was still on his knees, began to speak. “I will speak freely and give my testimony, but do not be surprised if you do not like everything you hear.…
Character, plot, settings are fictional. Sorry if it’s the same as other story and many grammars and spelling errors. I was inspired by several stories so the story may have similar plots and it’s my first time going to write long ass story. WARNING:…
We arrived in 1905. Crowds of people left the boat, thunderous voices roared as we walked. We were unaware of where we were or where we were heading. As I looked towards her I saw how afraid she was and held her hand. We followed the orders that were being shouted at us and made our way to the first doctor.…
Step by wicked step, my boots sank further and further into the thick, red-tinged land as if the devil himself were dragging my body straight into the depths of hell. The rhythmic squelching stabbed through my rubber soles, radiating pain throughout my soul as it seared everything in its path. Squelch, squelch, squish. My tempo was interrupted by those cursed boots refusing to budge from the stubborn terrain. As if taunting me, the earth unhooked my feet from the damned soil…
Cancer By: Emily Hamil ----------------------------------- We sat in a cold room, not really speaking. It was still rather early in the morning, so the sun had not yet enveloped the sky. Dew still littered the slightly open window panes and fog still carpeted the vibrant green grass. My head was bent down slightly, and I was fiddling with the end of my warm gray sweatshirt.…
“Class! We have a new transfer student here. Her name is Carr Carrot. Please, introduce yourself Carr.” Ms. Benson said.…
Three days, six hours and twenty-two minutes have passed. White walls seem to drag and crawl their way around me in padded squares. Shadows flickered on the walls moving waveringly around me. The room remains immersed in darkness, (drowning) but I can still hear the screaming man.…
Juxtaposition is a way to show indirect characterization. Juxtaposition can show indirect characterization in everyday life. Juxtaposition can happen to you in the kitchen with your parents, or even school with your friends. The characters of Romeo and Juliet let this type of indirect characterization control them. Shakespeare uses juxtaposition as indirect characterization by making the characters in Romeo and Juliet complex.…
Turn the lights out. His hands roamed roughly like stone scrubbing the grub off of my mucky pigmentation every time he sight blemished spots poisoning the fineness of my aesthetic existence. Sigh. It felt great when his fingers strummed the peaks of my chest, hardening the mounts with his sundrenched touch, sending me vibrations of intensified excitement every time he stops himself from teasing the sanity away from my lucid mind.…
My scream catches both men off gaurd and I take the opening and place myself between the two. "What the hell are you thinking? Run!" The officer says with panic. "…
I’m hopeless. I’m completely and utterly hopeless. I have nothing to look forward to at a school. At least on the farm I had friends and a family. I had a life… largely consisting of stealing from tourists that visit the vineyard. I need to find a way to turn this car around. That’s it! I’ll tell dad that I don’t want to go. He’ll respect my decision. But if he gets mad… shoot, last time he pulled out the belt. No, I better think of a slightly less painful idea. I can make up an excuse – No, that wouldn’t work. If only I wasn’t such a bad liar. In hindsight, if I were a better liar, I would have prevented many bad run-ins with the cops, and the worst run-ins that were near fatal, courtesy of dad. Yeah, he knows me in and out, too, so I can’t trick him. That would be suicide. I could call my friends… if I had a phone. Now I’ll never get to explain to them how I ended up in this mess. They’ll just remember me as the kid who became a goody two-shoes. They’ll never know that I won the contest for acceptance into a private school only because my Grandma wrote the application appeal. My family just doesn’t care that I don’t want to go to school. Why are they not giving me a fair say in the course of my life? They don’t know how good I am at sneaking and stealing. They don’t know how much money I could make if my friends and I took it to the next level. They just don’t understand what I’m trying to say because I’m not good with words. Maybe this school can help me, though. Maybe if I go sit in just the English and Literature class, I can fix this problem of mine. I’m already in the car, why stop now? Shoot, this car is a ’98 Corolla and is used for transporting a family of eight. Maybe this family needs a high school graduate. Maybe they’re actually depending on me. Man, if I just try a little to be a good student, I can make some honest money. Maybe my grandma just wanted to see someone become great. I have to this. I’ll have the best of both worlds…
I kept thinking about medication. How it works.. every single word I didn't know I researched.. I could just be curious but no.. this was worse. I didn't want to think about this.…
I heard someone say, grief isn’t a life sentence, it’s a life passage. It’s the one common human experience we all have at one time or another. I’m now discovering that grieving the loss of your child is the hardest thing you will have ever done. I know, because suddenly, without warning, my life has dramatically changed. My beautiful 11-year old was complaining of a headache and a fever but somehow I decided to ignore him.…
The students are beginning to feel comfortable with me, evidenced this morning when the students returned to their classroom and I received several hugs, which I truly appreciated. I had prepared my materials before the students returned, placing my character trait anchor chart on the easel with blank chart paper behind it. I had pulled up my Google Slides that showed a recipe format, had my mentor text with sticky notes ready and placed my handout sheets on the desk beside the Smart Board. As I did in my last lesson, I instructed the students to gather on the rug for the read aloud. I read Stone Soup by Marcia Brown, making sure to include voices for the characters and to utilize both tone and inflection to maintain the students interest in the book.…
Functionalism and Marxism are both known to be structural perspectives, due to the fact that they concentrate on a group of people rather than on the individual himself. Although very similar the two are different in very distinct ways, in fact Functionalism falls under the sub-heading of consensus structuralism, while Marxism falls under the sub-heading of conflict structuralism. As the sub-headings suggest they may be considered as opposites in various ways. The similarities and differences of the two opposing though similar theories will be discuss throughout this essay.…